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September 1981Sweet joy befall thee as in your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth and all you behold, tho it appears without, it is within,
In your imagination, of which this world of Mortality is but a shadow.William Blake
“You done me wrong,” and his voice is full of all the stars in the universe and all the dreams of love that are snuffed out like an annoying candle still burning downstairs at bedtime.
By Kathleen SnipesMay 1981I guess in modern life you have to plan. But there’s such a thing as planning too much. There’s such a thing as planning too early. Here’s what jazz musicians can teach the politicians of the world: we must plan for improvisation.
By Pete SeegerMay 1981April 1981The void is the creatrix, the matrix. It is not mere hollowness and anarchy. But in women it has been identified with lovelessness, barrenness, sterility. We have been urged to fill our “emptiness” with children. We are not supposed to go down into the darkness of the core
Adrienne Rich
Remembering his music, carrying on, being true to the vision we share
By Our ReadersFebruary 1981January 1981We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.
Carl Jung
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